Hogwarts: I rely on MC to pretend to be an alchemy professor

[Author's tip: There is a plot related to grammar in this chapter. I use Chinese grammar and Chinese context. Please do not substitute English grammar. ]

"Professor, don't be angry." Neville is now much more confident than in the first grade. He smiled and screamed at Kaisen and begged for forgiveness.

"Okay, this is your lesson today. Decipher the principle of this enchanted book. Why can this enchanted book keep objects loyal to their holders? Remember to write me a paper. Choose one of ten feet and five thousand words and give it to me later."

Give the enchanted book to Neville and let him study and decipher it.

Kaysen still sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. The red crystal ball on the desk not far away lit up again.

He casually threw the book in his hand over there.

This throw was very accurate. The door of the office in the distance opened. Harry stood outside the door and looked at Neville and the leisurely Professor Kaisen who were studying in the office area far away.

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I remembered that I had lost my mind and lent Neville my flying broomstick ten minutes ago, and I wanted to die immediately.

However, wanting to die must only stay in words, and naturally cannot really die. Even if the road is long, you still have to keep going.

After reading a magazine, Kaysen looked up in the direction of Harry. Halfway through, he thought about it and took out another magazine. After reading half of this magazine, Harry, wearing the silver wire round-frame glasses made by Neville for him, finally appeared in front of him, wiping the sweat on his forehead.

"You are in good health, worthy of being a seeker." Kaysen praised him and poured him a cup of tea.

"Thank you, Professor. I went to the library to return a book this morning. When I came back, I heard a strange sound. It sounded like it came from the wall, or something inside the wall." Harry finished his tea in one breath and still panted.

"Don't be in a hurry, talk slowly, Neville, continue to learn from you, don't join in the fun."

Kasen put the magazine in his hand on the coffee table and said.

"Professor, I also heard that wall, or the thing inside the wall, speak."

"...What did that thing say?"

Harry took a deep breath and looked up at the sky unconsciously.

"Let me think, he said a lot about you."

Neville raised his head and was hit on the head by a flying cube.

"Go on."

"What did the voice say... [Why did it disappear?] [What is this?] [Space magic? Alchemy?] [Well, this is alchemy...] [It's only been a few decades? I don't know alchemy?] [Damn alchemy, damn Kesenhis, it must be his doing.]"

"I can't remember the order in which the voice said it, and the sound wasn't particularly clear, so I just wrote down this much."

Kesen scratched his chin awkwardly and asked, "Where did you hear this weird sound?"

Harry scratched his head: "The third floor corridor of Hogwarts."

"The third floor corridor? Which ghost is it? But I don't remember that ghost and I had any conflicts. Usually even Peeves would say hello to me when he saw me." Kesen was also a little confused.

Harry recalled again: "By the way, Professor Kaysen, the location of that sound is very strange. It often changes its location. Sometimes it is on the ceiling of the corridor on the third floor, sometimes it is on the wall of the corridor on the third floor, and sometimes it is under the floor of the corridor."

"Emmmm... To be honest, this touches my blind spot of knowledge, but I can still infer it a little bit."

"Why did it disappear, what is this? These two sentences should be integrated, and there is still a little bit missing, such as what is the situation..."

"But why did it disappear... There is nothing that will disappear in the alchemical creations I made, and There are iron golems that are sleeping there obediently...wait..."

Kaysen suddenly found the key point: "Harry, when did you hear the sound? Where was the direction of the sound?"

Harry thought for a while: "It was about nine o'clock in the morning. The direction of the sound should be from the corridor floor, the left wall of the corridor, the corridor ceiling, the right wall of the corridor, and finally to the corridor floor, and finally disappeared."

"Nine o'clock, about nine forty, the sound first came from the corridor on the second floor...You stay here and don't leave, I have something to do outside!"

Kaysen said and teleported away directly.

And Neville raised his head with some curiosity and wanted to ask Harry what was going on.

The next moment, Kaisen appeared behind him and gave him a ruthless justice from heaven.

"I knew you would be absent-minded, study hard!"

After the justice from heaven ended, Kaisen teleported to the principal's office again.

"...Where are the people?" He was a little confused.

The historical principals on the wall were also dozing off, and no one was awake.

"Oh... no one can answer me, what a pity." Kaisen murmured and was about to go to the cabinet in the corner to see if there were any private collections of Dumbledore in it.

Then he heard a cough.

"Huh?" He suddenly raised his head and looked around, but there was no living thing.

He just thought that he was hallucinating, and then buried himself in looking for wine.

"Ahem."

"Huh?" He looked up again and found nothing again.

"I'm here." This time he finally heard the source of the voice clearly. Above it was the Sorting Hat.

"Oh...I thought you...I thought you could only speak when you were sorted." Kaisen said with some embarrassment.

"In fact, I have always been like this, otherwise you would think who made up the sorting song for the opening of Hogwarts every year." The Sorting Hat said.

"Well, you are a talented hater, so can you keep it a secret for me? Dumbledore is old, and drinking too much wine is not good, you know."

The Sorting Hat nodded: "I understand, but I don't think I need to keep it secret."

"What's the meaning?"

"You can look back."

Kayson turned around and saw Dumbledore looking at him with a smile.

"Oh..." He put the wine he found into his ring, closed the cabinet quietly, and asked Dumbledore: "When was Colin Creevey teleported today?" Back to his bed?"

"Um...nine thirty-eight."

"That's true." Kayson showed a super-intelligent smile and quickly repeated to Dumbledore what Harry told him, mixed with his own reasoning.

In other words, the weird sound that Harry heard was actually made by the basilisk, as long as there were pipes in the walls of Hogwarts that could accommodate the passage of the basilisk.

And not only the pipes, but also the time, and the strange words Harry heard were all correct.

"The so-called [why it disappeared] refers to why Colin Creevey suddenly disappeared."

"But this Voldemort is really powerful. He can tell the difference between space magic and alchemy with the body of a snake."

Dumbledore on the other side was extremely quiet. Just as Kayson was about to ask, he was interrupted by the Sorting Hat on the cabinet: "He should be thinking about something important right now. I suggest you don't disturb him."

"Oh...of course."

About thirty seconds later, he stood up and reached out to take off the sorting hat.

"Hmm...will you sort people who have not received Hogwarts acceptance letters?"

"You want me to sort you?" the Sorting Hat said.

"Can you?" he asked.

"You are an exception, take me with you kid."

Kaysen nodded, sat on the sofa in the corner of the office, dusted off the Sorting Hat, and put it on his head.